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french montana - i shot ya lyrics

[chorus: french montana]
said you was f+cking with him, but you ain’t f+cking with him
50 cal sound like a truck hit him
b+tches go both ways, n+gga, what your dope weigh?
n+ggas ain’t f+cking with the coke wave
shotty with the kickback, make you n+ggas sit back
once you hear that cl!ck clack
you not f+cking with the coke boys, ho

[verse: big cheeze]
put something in your skin, no tatts
flow like platnom coal, bars like gold crack
on the grind, all the time, no naps
i’m getting money, just need a closet for all hats
cashed out, f+ck the rats
the trunk looking like the player’s’ ball out detroit, all macks
i got the strip locked like [?]
all my fiends [?] protected, ’cause they [?] raw
think sh+t is sweet, i’ll crack your b+tch jaw
[?] tigh her up, [?]
play with the moola, shoot right through ya
on the strip with dog food, no [?]
know i get my hustle on, soda mixed with thе water
yeah i get my bubblе on
[?] boots, [?] bubble on
draw the 8 quick, i ain’t tryna get my tussle on
come f+ck with me, [?] f+ck with me
do a drive bye on the p, [?]
you ain’t [?] collect all the money
drop off packages, yeah, i’m the devil’s helper
[?] the water like sosa
leave a n+gga stinking in his addic or his floor like [?]
[?] wolves, in the yard out the cages
in the hoop, looking for n+ggas that ball outrageous
so we can stick them up, let the pump hick them up
if he think he tough, then [?] rip him up
lay him down, treat him like soccer, n+ggas’ll kick him up
f+ck beef, counting the cheese, money gon’ tripple up
spit sick like sickle sell
and i stay fresh in them green [?]
on the grind, [?] dimes and the nickles [?]
hit with sh+lls, the kind [?] h+ll
only move with family, stack a mill on them
hop out the mag, with the [?] on them
blue [?] 357 mag on him
he was attracted to beef, i put the bag on him
me against the world, i really don’t care
hundred round clip tommy gun, [?]
[chorus: french montana]
said you was f+cking with him, but you ain’t f+cking with him
50 cal sound like a truck hit him
b+tches go both ways, n+gga, what your dope weigh?
n+ggas ain’t f+cking with the coke wave
shotty with the kickback, make you n+ggas sit back
once you hear that cl!ck clack
you not f+cking with the coke boys, ho

- french montana lyrics

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